Ok, so the last registered "Chapter" was just a note, and I'll take it down soon. So I'll include a thank you and what not in this chapter for the people who come in late and miss the note.

THANKS. 100 FOLLOWERS. ;-; SUCH AMAZE. ;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-; And this is a mega long chapter in celebration. :3

Shippy chapter incoming, what do I do general?

Let it board the dock, let's see what it has to offer.

Chica whipped her forehead and sighed.

Foxy looked wistfully down at the crumbs on the large ceramic plate, now vacant of pizza. It was a sad time indeed. The pizza, once shining so brightly with flavor, (Or maybe that was just the grease.), was now gone. Never to be seen again. In pizza heaven.

The only remaining piece was behind a veil of wings, being nibbled on by the female eagle that had joined them unexpectedly. She seemed to be enjoying it, but it was hard to tell.

Max wore a devious smile as he slowly moved an index finger closer to her wing. Freddy snickered under his breath. They had a mean streak when they were full it turned out.

When his finger made contact with a feather, the entire wing tensed, and moved down enough to let her see what Max was doing. He played innocent.

The wing moved back up.

"That was kinda mean... But it was funny." Foxy grinned and looked at the ceiling.

"Yeah. Hey, can robots get food coma? Because if so, I have it."

The gang chortled as Foxy pulled the remaining two twenty dollar bills from the wallet.

"Man, stuff is expensive. How do people survive out here?" Foxy stared at the money, wondering where he could get more of the special green paper.

"Gee, you're right. And I don't know, they must have magic money machines in their houses or something... Everyone at the pizzeria was always loaded." Chica stared at the money as well.

Their thoughts stopped in unison as a small voice came from behind the feathery wings.

"They, uh... They get jobs." They almost couldn't hear it, it was so tiny, almost not there.

Their eyes turned towards the now peeking out eagle. When she saw their gazes meet hers, she pulled her wing back up to conceal herself once more.

The awkward silence was stopped when the waitress came to their table, and gawked at the now empty plate.

"You might have been the only group able to finish that..." She said, still not believing it.

"Well, call us the champs." Freddy was beginning to lighten up to the whole, "You look like a human", bit.

The waitress smiled, took the 20's, and said;

"I'll be right back." She walked back to the kitchen.

"Ok let's go." Foxy had just realized he'd probably need identification.

The entire group agreed as fast as they could, and stood up in a flash. Well, that is except for one of them.

They were almost at the door, but Max happened to look back to see the eagle still curled up in a little ball.

He ran back to her, and tried to coax her out of her stupor.

"C'mon... Uh... You." He had never asked her what her name was.

She didn't budge.

After a few moments of failed coaxing, Max decided to do something rather risky.

He stretched his arms out to her, and began to gently pick her up and out of the seat. He could feel her heartbeat quicken, but she still wasn't moving.

He slowly walked back to the other animatronics, who were anxiously waiting.

They made it back to their apartment, Max was still carrying the eagle in his arms. When the eagle felt the elevator's... well, elevation, she tensed up.

"Nah, it's alright." Max whispered to where he thought her ear might be.

He wasn't sure, but he thought he felt her loosen up a bit. But it could have just been the slowing of the elevator as they reached the 4th floor.

The group opened up the door to their room, and locked it back up. Max set the eagle on the couch, and covered her up in a blanket.

"You sure are nice to her, Max." Chica didn't know much else to say.

"It looks like she needs it so why not give it to her." He said in his usual fast speech as he sat beside her, turning on the television.

Everyone did their own thing, occasionally glancing at the weather, or news, or whatever Max had on.

Max had nearly fallen asleep, but was woken up by a sudden realization that something was engulfing his back.

His eyes narrowed, and he craned his neck to see a brown wing wrapping itself around him.

He could feel his blue cheeks turning a slight shade of red as the other wing started to wrap him from the front. Soon, he was completely covered in feathers.

He didn't dare move a muscle, he could tell she was asleep. Their was a constant and steady breath on his arm as she set her head on his shoulder.

"What..." He thought to himself.

He seized the opportunity to catch a glance of her face, which he hadn't paid much attention to in the restaurant.

A dark yellow beak was the main feature, fairly broad at the bottom, but pointed at the tip. Rather long dark eyelashes, and some feathers on the top of her head made to look like hair.

"She's kinda cute... Wait, shut up Max." He pushed down the idea, and tried to go to sleep. HER wings were very soft and made a nice pillow, so it wasn't too hard.

The same sleeping arrangements were made, except of course Max and the eagle, which Chica snickered at a bit.

Fast forward to morning. o3o

Freddy was the first one to wake up, so he did the same thing foxy did to him. HE poked the various animatronics, but stopped when he came to Max and the eagle. He pulled his finger away from the two sleeping animals.

"Hey, be partial to me next time, won't ya'?" Chica said as she blinked her eyes sleepily.

"If you're covered in eagle wings, sure." Freddy walked back to his bad and sat down, stretching is metal joints. After a few minutes, Max woke up to giant wings covering him like a blanket.

HE moved his head around a bit, examining these unfamiliar surroundings. Suddenly, the top wing shot off of his chest like a bullet, surprising Max.

"AH GEEZ!" He nearly jumped off of the couch.

The eagle looked at him with her maple eyes, and spoke for the third time.

"No.. I'm so sorry, I-I didn't m-mean to..." She curled back up into her ball.

"No... It's fine, it's just kinda weird to have a blanket with a mind of its own." He laughed a bit.

She pulled down her top wing to reveal a smile, aimed directly at Max.

His heart skipped a beat. No exaggeration.

He smiled back, and she pulled it back over her face.

"You getting a little lovey-dovey over there?" Chica was stretching her neck to see over the barrier.

"Oh c'mon." Max didn't deny it.

"Hey... I never asked for you name." He tilted his head at the unnamed eagle.

"D... Uh, it's Dawn." She whispered.

"Oh. That's a nice name ." Max was completely blocked on what to say at this point, he was still a little flustered over the whole, "wing blanket", adventure last night.

After a bit of talking amongst the animatronics, (Who did talk), Foxy decided to go downstairs and grab them all some breakfast. He liked the idea of three meals a day, he even planned to have 4 sometimes.

He asked for everyone's order, including Dawn's. He jotted them down on a scratch sheet he found on the desk, but it was very sloppy. He was exhausted and not thinking completely straight.

He had almost left the door, when he turned around and said;

"Oh, I almost forgot something."

He strode over to where Chica was sitting, and kissed her on the cheek.

It was when he was outside the door that he realized what he just did.

"I..." He was talking to himself.

"What..."

Foxy's legs moved one after the other, gaining speed towards the elevator. He was never going back to that room, he thought. He was staying downstairs for the rest of the day.

Going back to the room. Pew pew pew.

It was so quiet, you could hear Dawn breathing.

It was as if time itself had stopped, and the room was in suspended animation after what Foxy had done.

Chica was now red. Not only her cheeks, but her entire face was completely bathed in red shades, deepest near her ears and cheeks.

"Did Foxy just, um... Yeah." Max's eyes were wide, as was everyone else's, Chica's being the widest obviously.

Chica couldn't hold it in any longer. A bit of a smile spread from red cheek to red cheek, and Freddy began to laugh.

"Oh, man! Hah, I knew it."

"I will smother you in your sleep." Chica couldn't stop smiling.

"I don't breathe. So, ok." Freddy laughed again.

Chica got up and out of her seat, noticeably dizzy, and walked to the door.

"I'll... uh, I'll be right back." She walked out the door, and entered the elevator.

Foxy again! ~He's not out of order.~

"What in the name of Fazbear did I just do...?!" He asked himself quietly, staring at the mocha he had gotten, complimentary from a few crazed fans at a different table.

"Note to self: Don't talk or do anything until you're completely woken up." He shook his head and frowned.

"I am the dumbest dumby of dumb town that ever lived. In the history of dumbness." His face was extremely red as well.

"And now I'm talking to myself repeatedly. What is wrong with m-" He was cut off by the elevator dinging. He glanced around his shoulder.

There was a few people, all in the front... And, nah. He thought he saw a bit of yellow in between the crowd, but he denied it and went back to sipping the caffeinated drink.

He was nearly done with it, when a yellow figure appeared in his peripherals.

"Nope. It's not her. It's n- It's her. It's her. It's her It's her. Run, go away, you can't talk to her like this. You just made possibly the biggest mistake in your life." Foxy thought to himself frantically.

"Um... H-hi, Foxy." He heard Chica's soft voice speak next to him.

He froze, and didn't say a word. Their was no way she was still willing to talk to him.

"Freudian slip...?" Chica thought hopefully.

"Don't move, it's just a hallucination. You're not thinking straight, remember?" Foxy tried to reassure himself.

Chica sat down next to the terror-stricken fox, and tried to look him in the eye.

"F... Foxy?" She said sheepishly.

*Gulp*

"Um, y-yeah?" Foxy was completely still, not even glancing towards the reddened chicken.

"You're blushing..." The sentence came out a lot clearer than she thought it would.

Foxy looked at Chica.

"You are too..."

Flashing to the rest of the gang! :3 PIE!

By now, the rest of the animatronics were sitting on the couches and beds, but were only talking about one thing. Foxy and Chica.

Freddy was obviously the most humorous about it. He would constantly sing;

"Foxy and Chica sittin' in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G." But the only reason he was being so childish about it, was he had some feelings for someone in the room as well, and he didn't want them to shine through.

The second was Bonnie, she was Chica's best friend since they were activated. They were equally clueless, and learned the same things together. It was kind of meant to be. But Max and Dawn didn't care too much, although they whispered about it. Max was enthralled that she was talking to him, and Dawn was enthralled she had someone to talk to.

"Do you really think they, well... Like each other?" Bonnie didn't really understand the gossip thing.

"Sure. Wasn't it obvious? They were always... Nervous around each other." Freddy was still a bit skeptical about it as well, but he would've bet money on it.

The chat was silenced hen the door to the hotel room opened, revealing two blushing animals. One was a chicken, and the other was a fox.

"So, when's the wedding?" Freddy asked, teasing.

"I'll grind you to a pulp." Foxy frowned.

"After Chica smothers me? Ok."

"What?"

"Long story. See, you kissed h-"

"NEVER MIND." Foxy said, loudly.

Chica looked up at Foxy and blushed a bit more, but walked back into the room after a few seconds.

Chica and Foxy sat down together, and everyone began discussing different topics. They occasionally glanced to the red and yellow duet, making sure they weren't kissing again. They still didn't know if Chica was ok with it, or if they were goin to remain friends. They were in the woods with this topic.

"Hey, wait a minute." Bonnie's eyes got a bit wider.

"We forgot about finding Mike."

Ok... I can't check how long this chapter was, but it felt longer. XD I hope it was, and I hope you enjoyed. See what I mean? Ships. SHips. SHIps. SHIPs. SHIPS. SHIPS!